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    He could imagine, he said, that on the last day his father had been unable to get up and had only crawled around in his room. Quite aside from his madness, the weeks of strictly refusing nourishment had made him incapable of standing erect. “Toward the end he had no strength at all left, Doctor,”…

    : He Said She Said
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    They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.I wept as I remember’d how often you and IHad tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

    : The Same River Twice
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    On September 14, 1307, the king sent sealed messages to all the bailiffs and seneschals of the realm, ordering the mass arrest of the Templars and the confiscation of their property. A month went by between the issuing of this order and the arrest on October 13. But the Templars suspected nothing. On that October…

    : Make Yourself At Home
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    On October 10, near the Pemex soccer fields, between the Cananea highway and the railroad, the body of Leticia Borrego García, eighteen, was found, half buried and in an advanced state of decomposition. The body was wrapped in an industrial plastic bag, and, according to the forensic report, the cause of death was strangulation with…

    : An Unfamiliar Place
  • The Food Shed 10/8/2025

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    Shadow Ticket finally dropped today and you know I was always going to be a day one buyer.

    : The Food Shed 10/8/2025
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    At forty, in Baltimore. Filthy, starving, drunk and/or with delirium tremens, crying out at unseen creatures.

    : October 7, 1849
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    Holme looked at him. Then he said: I’m huntin a woman.

    : Run Off
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    I can’t forget anything. That’s my problem, or so I’ve been told. I am the mother of Mexico’s poets. I am the only one who held out in the university in 1968, when the riot police and the army came in. I stayed there on my own in the Faculty, shut up in a bathroom,…

    : I’m Not Sure Any More
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    Poet, critic and “father of imagism” T. E. Hulme died 108 years ago today.

    : September 28
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    Fall had arrived, and a feeling of hope and freshness suffused the city. The sky was a vivid, seersucker blue. I was finished with my first day back working with Marvin and Eric at Bowery Film, strolling under a canopy of green leaves that were big and floppy, a few gold or ruby-red around the…

    : New Corduroy

Thought:

“The thing about books is, there are quite a number you don’t have to read.”

Donald Barthelme